Gufaah - CHORI.mp3 (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Saasein meri ladna chahein saanson mein hi dosh
My breath wants to fight this, however my breathing is now a sin
Meri baat toh bole na koi aaj kal ke log
No one wants to talk about us anymore
Humein roti de chaar chhar hum kush hain
You feed us four times and we will get satisfied
Aur maango toh padti hai chot meine
If we ask for more though we will be punished
Bheenk na maangi maangi meine raat mmangi
I am not asking for a donation, I just want my nights back
Ungliyaan muthhii mein hain apni aukat maangi
I want my fingers back in my fist, my value, my rights back
Tujhe lage teri ponch upar hamse lekin
You might believe you are in a higher position than us
Mrne ke aage na sahara mile humse
When you die, you would not get a single shoulder from us

Saalon se band teri zubaan ab na bolta hai
Since years our tongue has been sealed, it cannot speak anymore
Adhuri chaalein tu chal krke rota hai
We stop after walking incompletely and now we cry
Darwaazein band unka maali nahi kholta hai
Their doors are closed and the gardeners refuse to open them
"Saabji sorein aajki raat baad mein aao" bolta hai
"My master is sleeping tonight, you should come tomorrow", he says
Saare jhoote, chindi kre apna nhi desh
Everyone is a liar now, a thrift, our country isn't ours anymore
Meri maa bole "Teri batton ko koi kyun sune?"
"Why will anyone listen to your messages?" my mother asks me
"Ja leke jaa thode paise jo bhi the"
"Go take a little bit money I have saved"
"Naukri hogi basti hogi teri chori se"
"Go get a job, make a home through corruption"

"Teri chori se, teri teri chori se
"Through your corruption"
"Teri chori se, teri teri chori se
"Through your corruption"
"Teri chori se, teri teri chori se
"Through your corruption"
"Teri chori se, teri teri chori se
"Through your corruption"

Keechad ki baaton ko tune
The converations of the mud
Keechad mein rakh liya hai
They stay in the mud, now
In mote kutte ko tune
All these fat dogs
Saanson mein bas liya hai
Rest in our mind everyday

Aisi inki batein hain
This is the reality now
Sheher saara yeh chalate hain
These people run the entire city
Yeh toh murko ko gardne se pehle jalate
They burn the dead before burying them
Paide hone se pehle tax lagate
They tax the unborn before birthing them

Rote ho toh yeh rone nhi deta hai
If you want to weep you are not allowed
Haton se cheenke khaane nhi deta hai
If you are eating, it will be taken away
Deke yeh suvida puche ki "Galti kya?"
Giving you benefits (they) ask you, "What's wrong?"
Per dono kaat daale ab puche "Jaldi hai kya?"
Mutilating both your legs (they) ask you, "What's the hurry?"

"Ab tujhe jaldi hai kya?"
"Now whats your hurry?"
"Kaisi tujhe jaldi hai kya?"
"What's the hurry?"
"Ab tujhe jaldi hai kya?"
"Do you have a hurry?"
"Jaldi jaldi hai kya"
"What's the hurry?"
"Ab tujhe jaldi hai kya?"
"Now what's the hurry?"